Ye Jun
Next morning the office was buzzing. Big client meeting. Dad's fashion line pitch. Si-woo's baby, the one that was supposed to put us on the map. Everyone in suits except the interns who still looked like they rolled out of bed in yesterday's clothes.
I showed up in my best button-down, pretending I was just there to observe. Dad did not question it. He never does when I pretend to care. I walked through the open-plan floor, past desks piled with fabric swatches and mood boards. Heads turned a little. Some interns gave quick nods, others looked away fast. I kept my face blank. Inside my chest felt tight. I had not slept much. The plan had kept running in my head all night.
